You sit in the dilapidated bleachers at what was once a wondrous circus. The red-and-white stripes of the big top are dirty and yellowed with age, even torn in some places to reveal the dark sky outside. A dim spotlight illuminates the visage of Twinkles the Clown, a single red balloon in hand. He hands you the balloon without warning. Twinkles stares at you for a moment, frowning so deeply that it borders on a sneer. "What's the matter, kid? Don't you like clowns? Don't we make you laugh?"
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